In Chishui China, the weak eat the strong, and the struggle is constant. Everyone admires strength: the strong are fed with leftovers, while the weak starve to death on the streets. Some people are born to be loved, and some people are born to dust. I, Feng Qing, don't believe in evil, so why not be born a woman? Watch me crush this day! Watch the night cherry blossoms in spring, the stars in summer, the full moon in autumn, and the first snow in winter. Fine wine, light fur, burning the midnight oil, no worries in life.
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
